The son of the famous illusionist (retired) Denbur Pebblefoot, Gandor grew up with his father in a small gnomish village, never much exposed to the outside world. He lost his mother when an invention she was working on imploded, then exploded, in quick sucession. The resulting fireball and smoke plume lay think over the land for hours, and was visable for hundreds of miles, or so the stories say.

Thankfully, all the inventors were overly secretive, keeping their workshops and labs well away from the town to avoid the constant spying of rivals, and only the fact that Gandor was at home with his father, some distance from the blast kept the young Gnome alive.

In fact, he was hiding behind a bookcase watching his father teaching an apprentice some minor illusions (ghostly visage if he remembers correctly) when he heard the boom. Looking out the window the young Gandor quickly located the source of the blast - his mother's workshop - and pleaded with his father to help her.

Denbur was more interested in finishing his lesson first though, not believing that his son, who was already quite the fibber, was telling the truth.

Needless to say, Gandor grew up with an inherant distrust of all things gnomish - inventions and magic/illusions - as a result, though the magic Denbur weilded was powerful, and left an innate mark on his only son, giving Gandor some minor powers in the Art.

Gandor never really forgave his father for not breaking off the fool's tuteledge to try to aid his mother, and as he grew up he spent more and more time away from the house. He would oversee and commentate on the games his friends were playing, telling tall tales of victories snatched from the jaws of defeat... But in his heart, Gandor knew it was not enough, he needed more.

His feelings were confirmed one day when an adventuring troupe came into the village to trade... Gandor knew at once, upon sighting them, that this was the life for him - at least for a little while, so he could return one day and tell his erstwhile friends all about heroic deeds and high adventure. He set off immediately for the nearest big city (well, he picked a dirction and started walking, with no idea of whether there was a city that way or not!). After what seemed like days (but was really months - gnomes have short legs!) he reached a city. Once there he stood and marvelled at the sights for a couple of minutes - just long enough for some passing oaf to catch his eye. Since then Gandor has followed Hroar Redmane faithfully, always believing adventure to be right around the corner, though of course it never is....